A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man. This was your husband. Look you now, what follows. Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear, Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? have, Else, could you not have motion; but, sure, that sense To serve in such a difference.] What devil was't, O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious Hell, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame, And reason panders, will. Queen. O Hamlet! speak no more! Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul; Nay, but to live Ham. In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed; Stew'd in corruption; honeying, and making love Over the nasty stye; Queen. O, speak to me no more! These words like daggers enter in mine ears : Ham. A murtherer, and a villain ; A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe Queen. No more ! Enter Ghost. Ham. A king of shreds and patches. Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, You heavenly guards!-What would your gracious figure? Queen. Alas! he's mad. Ham. Do you not come your tardy son to chide, Ghost. Do not forget. This visitation Ham. How is it with you, lady? Queen Alas! how is't with you, That you do bend your eye on vacancy, And with th' incorporal air do hold discourse? Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep; His form and cause conjoin'd, preaching to stones, My stern effects: then, what I have to do Will want true colour; tears, perchance, for blood. Do you see nothing there? Queen. No, nothing but ourselves. Ham. Why, look you there! look, how it steals away! My father, in his habit as he liv'd! Look, where he goes, even now, out at the portal? [Exit Ghost. Queen. This is the very coinage of your brain : This bodiless creation ecstasy Is very cunning in. My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, Whilst rank corruption, mining all within, To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue; For in the fatness of these pursy times, Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg, Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good. Queen. O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain. Ham. O, throw away the worser part of it, And live the purer with the other half. Good night; but go not to mine uncle's bed: [That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat To the next abstinence: [the next more easy; I'll blessing beg of you. For this same lord, [Pointing to POLONIUS. I do repent: but Heaven hath pleas'd it so, To punish me with this, and this with me, That I must be their scourge and minister. I will bestow him, and will answer well The death I gave him. So, again, good night. — I must be cruel, only to be kind: Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind. [One word more, good lady.] Queen. Ham. Not this, by no means, What shall I do? that I bid you do: Let the bloat King tempt you again to bed; Or paddling in your neck with his damn'd fingers, That I essentially am not in madness, But mad in craft. 'Twere good you let him know; Unpeg the basket on the house's top, Let the birds fly, and, like the famous ape, To try conclusions in the basket creep, And break your own neck down. Queen. Be thou assur'd, if words be made of breath, And breath of life, I have no life to breathe What thou hast said to me. Ham. I must to England; you know that. I had forgot: 'tis so concluded on. Alack! Ham. [There's letters seal'd, and my two school fellows, Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd, They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way, And marshal me to knavery. Let it work; For 'tis the sport to have the enginer Hoist with his own petar: and it shall go hard |